Arc 1 ~ Canon S-1: New Generations: Fullbringer [Easy, DP]

[Alexander Keres]

Hidden in the shadows just beyond the others, Alexander’s golden eyes flicked between the so-called “construction worker” and the tall man who looked more like he belonged in a gothic music video than skulking around Central Park. His grip tightened on the metal bat slung across his back as he watched the interaction unfold. While the two of them debated the riddle and offered their guesses, he remained still, listening carefully. The mention of "Reiatsu" caused his brow to furrow slightly. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

He leaned forward slightly, staying within the cover of the darkness. The “sun” guess had already been whispered, and it gnawed at him that the answer might still be staring them all in the face. His gut told him that these riddles weren’t just meant to confuse; they were grounded in something universal, something tied to the fundamentals of the world they lived in. For Alexander, that didn’t mean anything overly complex—it meant going back to basics.

Taking a calculated risk, he stepped forward from the shadows, his boots barely making a sound against the grass. His imposing figure emerged like a wraith, his confident smirk cutting through the tension as he casually rested a hand on his bat. “You know, this isn’t the time to overthink,” he said, his voice low but carrying enough weight to demand attention. His gaze flicked to the riddle etched into the rock, and for a moment, he let his thoughts spill out.

“‘From something cherished, I will form,’” he muttered aloud, his tone almost mocking. “Everyone’s dancing around it, but let’s keep it simple. What’s more cherished than the soul?” He turned his head slightly, fixing Evelyn and Uli with an almost predatory look. “We’re dealing with something way deeper than light or energy here. This is about the core of everything that matters.”

With a sharp exhale, Alexander leaned closer to the boulder, lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper. “Soul,” he murmured, his breath brushing against the stone’s cold surface. For a moment, he froze, his senses on high alert, prepared for anything—whether his answer would work or the consequences of being wrong. Either way, he wasn’t about to let Cryptid get the better of him.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

The group would feel an intense pulse almost immediately after Alexander whispered his answer. There had been a delay, interestingly enough, though the time that passed between Evelyn's guess and Alexander's guess was only a matter of a few seconds to a minute. This pulse alerted a Cryptid member who had been marching around Central Park. His job was to guard the entrance to the hideout where the three of them were currently at, but he'd been on the opposite side during this time. He didn't typically care so much when normal humans wanted to sit on the rock or be close by, and he was warned to not make his job seem too suspicious.

Since the guesses were wrong, he was immediately informed through the use of a spiritual energy connection that someone was trying to get in who wasn't supposed to be there. On his way to investigate and make sure it wasn't a mistake, the Cryptid member would come across Uli, Evelyn, and Alexander all suspiciously close to the entrance. He had enough Energy Sensory to tell they weren't normal humans, but it was also pretty clear that they weren't much stronger than normal humans, too. Even he would have been considered a "normal" human outside of the fact that he was spiritually aware. Cryptid was careful with their membership, after all.

"The hell'er you three doin' here?? You're not supposed'a be lurkin' around!"

This man was large and burly. His arms were clearly muscular, as if he'd pumped iron at the gym his entire life. He didn't have much muscle definition, likely due to not having a super small body fat percentage like some fitness models, but he was still strong. His hair was light brown and had frosted tips on the ends, spiked up into some retro style. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a denim jacket over it and matching denim jeans. His face, bearded and entirely angry-looking, glared down at the group of trespassers as if he were ready to break each one of them in half. He couldn't let them get away.

He'd go to grab Evelyn first, hoping he could reach her quickly and take a hold of her arm. He figured he could handle these three by himself and wouldn't call reinforcements just yet, especially since they triggered his entrance first. Still, he was a skilled fighter and wanted to prove that he was worth Cryptid's time. They were always watching their members in some way, after all. It was in his best interest to make sure these three were beaten into never speaking again, or maybe even worse. He didn't care much one way or another. He just needed to get the job done to save his own skin. If he was able to grab Evelyn, he'd quickly move to chop at the back of her neck with this free hand, hoping to knock her out.

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{Cryptid Goon (Class 6, Rank 1 Soldier)}

Strength - [200] = 300 Points

Speed - 100 Points

Spiritual Pressure - [100] = 67 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 100 Points

Light Aura - 0 Points

Dark Aura - 100 Points

Instinct - 50 Points

Senses - 50 Points

Energy Sensory - 100 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 700 Points

OOC: Like I said before, you have to figure out how to solve the riddle. It's come to my attention that most of you now know the answer. All I ask is that you don't meta game. Figure out a way to open the door so you can get in since you can't make anymore guesses.

[Evelyn Diamond]

Terrible. Absolutely terrible. That was how Evee herself felt and how she felt her current mission was going. She had prepared as well as she could. Disguises, a backup story, and everything else in between. She had all the basics covered, at least the ones she thought she needed. In the end, none of her efforts seemed to matter. Did she even help, or did she make things worse as she usually did? Regardless, she had to proceed forward despite her feelings on the matter. It was the only direction left for her to go. She could mope when the mission was finished.

Guesses were made after her first initial one. Were they correct? She had no idea, she just knew that her guess was wrong and she had no idea what the answer was. As proven by the interruption that occurred mere moments later. Now she was surrounded on all sides by people she didn’t know. It was making her anxious, wary. Angry even. She was making mistakes because she was out of her element, and she only needed a few moments to get her head back on straight. Unfortunately for her, Evee didn’t have the luxury of free time at the current moment.

A cryptid goon seemed to have noticed her attempt or her approach and was coming to stop her. She didn’t particularly excel in close quarters combat, but her skill didn’t matter. She had to fight, whether she liked it or not. Her opponent was larger and stronger than her, so she was at a disadvantage. Sure there were others around her, but why would she rely on people she didn’t know? She still wasn’t sure if they were allies, enemies, or something in between.

The moment the muscular man lunged at her, Evee would recoil her body away from him while grabbing her hidden knife with her right hand. Since her left side was the most prominent side, if his grab was successful, he would have a hold of her left arm. Something she could use to her advantage. If he chose to go through with his aggressive attack, then Evee would aim to repeatedly stab him in his chest. He might have a strength advantage, but that wouldn’t help much with stopping her blade from piercing his flesh. Using her positioning and small size, Evee was confident that she could stop the guard from getting behind her. After all, with her back to the boulder, it would be challenging for someone to sneak up on her.